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Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

He was jubilant, and in a half-hour Jeff was singing too, trolling out deep bass harmonies that made the mahout and the servants, clinging like apes on perches, thrill and stir until they nearly fell to earth. All India loves a deep voice and a man of muscle.
And because sleep is less an anodyne than a result of poise and the relapse of worry—midway swung of the pendulum, as it were—Ommony fell asleep after a time, curled up with his legs over the howdah side, dreaming of things a man can’t imagine except at sea, or on the heaving top of an elephant. Bed is a lair of commonplace.
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Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

So he is wise who waits alert.
Ommony took the wall and followed that, a shadow casting shadow on the opal, going softly until he reached the corner of the high, projecting gate-arch, where the branches of tall trees overhanging from within combined with the gloaming to make impenetrable gloom.
The elephant was kneeling in the road before the gate. The mahout hammered on old wood with his ankus-butt, and the blows rang out like pistol-shots, disturbing parokeets by thousands, sending them screaming in green clouds.
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Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

Within the hour there came an elephant, that knelt at the foot of the veranda steps, and into the howdah went Strange’s bag, and Jeff’s, and Ommony’s, along with food enough for several days’ emergency. Two servants draped themselves in picturesque discomfort on the great brute’s rump. Jeff and Ommony piled in with rifles and shot-guns, and word began to spread in widening rings that the sahibs were off on a hunting trip. The mahout exploded harsh impulse; the mountain moved; the howdah swayed; and they were off.
Men carry their emotions with them, and they are more contagious than disease.
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